Here’s the thing. There is no Opt Out choice I can make as a woman about my appearance. If I grow my hair long, it Says Something. If I cut it short, it Says Something. Straighten it, curl it, dye it, braid it, everything is a Statement. There’s also no way I can wear it that renders me free from the likelihood of being harassed on the street or, as it turns out, by someone I know.
This is also true for Elena Kagan. Whether she looked like herself or like Meryl Streep or like Scarlett Johansson, a disproportionate amount of the scrutiny she gets as the Supreme Court vetting process begins (that is to say, any amount at all) will be on her appearance.
Oh Noes! She resembles what we in our heads believe lesbians look like! Oh Noes! Lesbians in the courtroom! Clearly, they couldn’t possibly be qualified because there is something inherent in Gay DNA that renders the law a mass of unreadable words and documents, so instead of rendering opinions, Teh Gayz just consult the Radical Gay Agenda when deciding a case! NOT IN MY COURT.
I’m just saying, I remember Harriet Meiers, W’s sad attempt to put forth a female Supreme Court nominee before she had to withdraw in disgrace so Samuel Alito could realign the White Dude status quo. Kagan ain’t no Meiers, even if she is more progressive than liberal.
Plus, Mets fan.